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I'll never again
admit that I can

feel the free wind
knowing what I am:

not of rank
nor standard

without charm
or face

you need not lie
I know it far too well

I own a mirror too;
with my bruises,
can't you tell?

the sickly dog
that I am

best you can do
is take me out

and "take me out"
as fast as you can
then the both of us can rest
Can you sense me dear?

Taste how bitter I’ve become?

Hear our old arguments playing in my head?

See me rolling in my grave with every step you take?

Smell the corpse of our feelings rotting?

Feel my eyes burning the back of your neck?

I truly hope you can.

Feel the pain I’ve become numb to.
Kee Nov 2018
mysterious
is what i want to say
when i look at you
in your eyes
the curve of your lips
and the color of your eyes
all of you is intriguing to me
and like a nightmare all at the same time
i can never get you out of my head
in my mind is where you have always nested
images of you
playing over and over again
and although its haunting me
its not really like i want it to go away
because you are a beautiful but bitter sweet memory
and in my mind is where you have always nested
why would i take you away from that?
why would i take me away from that?
sure
maybe i could rip out whatever you left in me out
and watch myself bleed tears
or i could continue
because you are a beautiful but bitter sweet memory
because in my mind is where you have always nested
because you felt safe enough to close your eyes
because you felt safe enough to lay your head on my chest and finally rest
but its not fair to either of us
i noticed you before you noticed me
and i begin to wish that i never looked your way
or gave you the time of day
because now everytime I think of your name
my body is set aflame
Kalliope Oct 2018
It must be beautiful to not be jealous
To just feel happiness
And joy for others
Not that small pain
In your stomach
The little shocks
In your brain
The ache
In your heart
Help me please
Or I'll have to leave
My brain won't ease
I don't know what to believe
Danielle Oct 2018
Shoot down those stars!
Their time of ending has come.
No bitter words,
Or tears shall fall,
From the bright windows of heaven.
For their time of ending has come.
On swift arrow’s wings.
sometimes,
or maybe often,
i reach out for things i dont want.
namely advice. words of wisdom.
i already know what they'll say,
and it just seems pointless to ask,
but i do it to seem human,
or maybe to feel like such,
and grit my teeth as they recite,
word for grueling word,
advice i've already heard
from myself.
Marie Lozada Oct 2018
how can words
from such a bitter mouth
sound so
sweet?

how can words
so hurtful
sound so
aiding?

how can someone like you
so uncertain; so misleading,
look so much like the one?
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